A rose tree planted by genius
◎ Zhou Wenting
Adventure journey
Are you ready for the adventure?
When the flowers keep blooming and the water keeps flowing
You keep pinching the moment with your thumb and forefinger
The sleeves are filled with birds, the sound of homework, parting moments
Fell silent, unable to move
The big red fish in the dream
Ate a lot of the sea
When it looks like the age of a person's despair
Only the abyss can be saved
All the ways of this world lead to Him
You carry a small piece of shadow that you have earned in the world
Buy fields, buy love, buy non-stop winds all year round
Time is pouring in front of everyone
Everyone rolled down the hill like a rolling iron ring
On the way, the flowers keep blooming and the water keeps flowing
You're ready to take risks at any time.
The future in a hundred years
I want to invent the future in a hundred years
But I don't live a hundred years later
Put on a green skirt and apply green lipstick
Open the lyrical hood
Make the hearts of young boys and girls beat faster
Move into an office made up of a combination of numbers
In this transparent society
Raise some fish that have memories longer than seven seconds
Break the hearts of virtual lovers at any time
Immortal Singer on the branches of the tree outside the window
After earning enough tears, go and eat an apocalypse pill
Walk the streets to pick up gray shards from a hundred years ago
The newly installed mind still likes to drink that cup of lemon tea
Read the failed novel and examine the two bullets in the dream
Whether or not you have left the six reincarnations of the future
Humans become machines of time, obedient to their words
Invent the gap between the future, invent non-fiction love-hate and parting
Those who are old and loved by me
They all approached me with their white hair, stroke by stroke
Let me pick some nutrients from the vegetable garden
Offering them out the door, always like to get drunk
Divide my youthful exuberance equally with them, then
Together they calmly retreated into the house
Polish the iron and tenderness to the snow
Remove the young shortness of breath and chest tightness from the body
Put together like a matching pair of lovers
We are all family members, talking after opening the skylight
In that year, the five elements were not old, and the sentient beings were not old
We haven't met and we've forgotten
Raise the hand of life and put it down heavily
A modern star
Sketch the rough breath of the earth
Encounter a modern star
Talk all night about how the wind blows
We taste young, babadi together
Waiting over and over again for the moment of aging
Eyes filled with crazy black roses
Lonely in the wilderness of the interstellar gallop
Ignorance was thrown into the sea and the washing machine
The fingers of the night stretched out in all directions
You say that the stars in the sky are just as cute as the insects on the earth
Water and water used to like to play the game of stacking arhats
When winter comes, the frozen happiness is more like a statue
Awake God. Death that never stops
Empty eyes --
Stare at everyone's attachment to the world into a flower
Hands full of flowers, waiting and a certain pair of eyes
Burn in the water at the same time
Then catch up with time and make a living from fantasies
We have not yet learned to produce loneliness
It's just a dream that goes on all night
Throw stones into the river and look up at the stars
Look at the daily life of the same age, confused with each other
Temperate people who dwell in the water
The king who grew into a school of fish, sniffing and floating
Steamed or braised flavor, then
Tell the clearest lie about memory
The daily sunset gives the greatest sincerity
Let the mature broken glass on the shore
Guarding the rose tree planted by genius
Infinite love
A person with a fear of heights, at Copper Bell Mountain
Voluntary vertigo, fear, and struggle
The mountain knows how big the mountain is, and I know how paranoid I am
I camped in the north for many years
If you want willow green, make the flowers red
If you want green water, let the mountains be green, and if you want green, you will be green thoroughly...
Green into the south of the green forest good man
It's just that my green strength and courage are far from enough
No way, love you back and forth
If I haven't loved enough, I'm going back to being a poet
And you, by birth, need a poet to visit here
Time loved me
Before the decay of time
Promise the danger of falling to the ground from a high altitude
The eighteen-year-old boy
He once loved me in all his heart
I refused when the whole north was windy
All blown into my body, ever since
I chiseled out the starry sky day and night in the void
I don't know if it's healthy or sick
Poor or rich —
Leopards who have been training for many years still like to learn from
The throat runs out, every yesterday still
A eulogy is offered every year when the wind is dry
I fell into limited memories
The silence that overflowed, babbling me
Pull out your own scarlet heart—
Prove that time really loved me
Covered in moss
The tiger that let go, the stars that let go
Let go of every useful punctuation mark
In the dusty palm, he still stands upright and rests
After pulling out the chest cavity of the old house after the silence
Put it in the corner of the table and wait for my middle-aged water glass
I began to think of people I had never met
They hadn't seen how I raised tigers
Buckle a basket of stars
There is also the militarization of punctuation management
……
The wind that has not gone far is always when the stomach hurts at night
Blow the silence away and close —
The words of the heart flowing in the river, covered with moss
Zhou Wenting after 90, Shaanxi Jingbian people. His works have been published in People's Literature, Poetry Journal, Chinese Campus Literature and other journals. He participated in the Eighth National Young Writers Creation Conference and the Shaanxi Young and Middle-Aged Writers Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun Literature College. Won the first prize in the poetry category of the Shaanxi Provincial Culture and Art Festival.